Can’t Win Me Back

"Lyse, you're finally awake!" Jameson held Alyssa's soft hands tightly as he caressed and kissed them longingly.

He had been so anxious that he was on the brink of tears.

"You've been sleeping for 24 hours.

You really scared me to death.

I was afraid that you were unwell! "T got a doctor to come over while you were asleep and got you injected with glucose.

You can't keep going on without food.

No matter how much you hate me, you shouldn't torture yourself.

Is it even worth it this way?" As a doctor, Alyssa knew she couldn't hold up much longer.

This bastard, Jameson, was right.

Even if she wanted to kill him, she needed to gather enough strength to do so.

"I'm craving meat," Alyssa uttered without looking at him.

After five days, Jameson finally invoked a normal response from her.

The quiver in his eyes reflected the joy within him.

"Sure...

the kitchen staff prepare something

It'll be ready soon.

the kitchen staff prepared

wheelchair, two female helpers pushed her into the

her up, groomed

color returned to her face when she emerged from the

were still

was deep and

down, and put his arms around her waist to

in his arms, a look of

devoid of any strength to

carefully to the dining

sat at the dining table, he sat her on his lap

his

your mobility is

her tenderly and affectionately, Jameson cut the steak into small pieces and

Rose Island knew Jameson's

lowered her moistened

she finished the

faded, replaced by an emptiness,

good," Jameson whispered, his fingers grazing her cheek, his eyes

so that you'll look good in your wedding

Alyssa shuddered when she thought about that

dared to be overly resistant against Jameson's idea of wanting